It was stale
Stale like her heart
Stale like her soul
Nothing tasted good anymore.
It was blue
Blue like her feelings
Blue like the blood that ran through her veins.
Nothing made sense anymore.
The curls of her hair
The curl of her lashes
The way her toes curled when she was excited.
The burn on her cheeks
The burn in her eyes
The way her skin burned when she cried.
Nothing made sense.
Nothing at all.
She wanted to run
Though she could fall.
But it didn't matter anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Stay ✔
PoetryAll the thoughts in my head that just won't go away. Maybe this will make you stay. ~~~~~ #77 in poetry [9. 27.17] #90 in poetry [8. 16. 17] #136 in poetry [8.03.17]
